Changing Destiny: The Goddess

Chapter 28. Palaces

In the center of the capital, there stands a magnificent Classic-European-style mansion. Sturdy pillars appear to stand firm and stocky. Not one bit allowed the time to eat away at the power it had. Each piece is designed with a distinctive European look. Door and window leaves are large and dominated by white color that looks so elegant.

A man with a face full of firmness seemed to be standing behind a wide window in his private room. The view of the lekaki looks bright, sweeping every corner of the park and swimming pool that looks so clear from where it is. All the luxuries available in his residence, as if increasingly asserting that he is one of the owners in the capital.

This magnificent house like a palace still unsheathed a sense of desolation that penetrated into the trough of hearts. There was not a single bit of warmth that surrounded. And there are no pulses of life flowing. It feels barren, barren, and may soon die.

All the luxuries and splendor that filled every corner of the walls and the skies of this house, in fact, was unable to hit all the shackles of loneliness. Anything is available, but not with jokes, laughter, or just babbles from the residents. Perhaps this is what is called the silent-covered splendor. Feels cold, freezes until it penetrates the heart.

"Pa, how long will Papa continue like this? Stay quiet and stay alone?"

The woman who still looks fashionable at the age of half a century, seems to walk closer to the husband. Gently, he rubbed the arm of this man's hand to show an attention.

"Before my mom comes back, I'll stay like this. Have the bodyguards you gave the task of finding the whereabouts of the mother not also given results?"

"Not yet Pa, they haven't found the whereabouts of mom. But Papa shouldn't have to worry like that. Mom's gonna be okay. Better Papa focus on the appointment of Gilang as the main director of Papa's replacement."

The man named Wiraguna could only throw a rough breath. He shuffled his hair in frustration. So dizzy with all the problems that come to him bertubi-tubi. He wanted to live his old days with peace in his heart. But in reality all that happens is any form of pressure that attacks him from all sides.

"I am still hesitant to give the position of chief director to Gilang. Because I only want Arga to take my place. I'm much more certain of giving that position to Arga."

The woman named Wenda was stunned for a moment. He could not imagine his attempt to make the child occupy the position of the main director just destroyed.

"What else did Papa expect from Arga? He had already been six months away from home and to date no one knew of his whereabouts. What else can you expect from him?"

Again Wiraguna can only massage the temple. If you think of the son named Arga, it only makes the condition of his heart more unfazed. He who depends his hopes on Arga to continue his struggle to raise the company he has pioneered since youth in fact only be a dream. The son of the result of his marriage to the first wife, repeatedly refused to occupy the position of chief director.

"But I'm sure that he'll come home and obey what I want, Wen. He's Arga's gonna...."

"No longer do you impose your will on my grandson, Wira. Stop the arrogance and coercion of your will. Let my grandson have the freedom to determine his own life path!"

A soft voice but sound so firmly trim the speech of Wiraguna. The two people who had previously been involved in a chat, instantly circulated their gazes towards the source of the voice. A woman in her twilight years sits sweetly in a wheelchair and is pushed by her personal bodyguard.

"Mother!!"

Wiraguna ran a little closer towards Kartika's body. The middle-aged man immediately shed his body, resting on the lap of the mother.

"Mom's okay, isn't she? Nothing serious happens to you, right?"

The Wiraguna slightly straightened his body. There were only tears streaming down his face, as he tried to look carefully at his mother's condition. He made sure that the woman who had given birth to him was always in good condition.

One corner of Kartika's lips slightly raised. "Can you see, right? I'm doing fine. Hows it? Are you happy when you see me back in this house in good health?"

Kartika just smiled faintly. Every now and then, he glanced at Wenda who was currently standing glued with an indecipherable look.

"What about you, Wenda? Are you happy to see my return? Why don't you welcome my arrival like the one done by the Wiraguna?"

Wenda gasps. His eyes slightly blinked. Even the woman looked stammered. "Mom, Wenda..."

Not wanting to make the mother-in-law think of things, Wenda rushed to catch up with her husband and joined the party in Kartika's lap. Putting on a sad face, the son-in-law asked the news of the mother-in-law.

"Thank God the bodyguards that Wenda devotes to finding Mom's whereabouts can reap the perfect results. I can go back home in good shape with nothing less."

The twilight-aged woman was a little screeched. The words that came out of his daughter-in-law's mouth really only made him want to laugh. The face that was filled with the soft look that Wenda had revealed, was completely unable to hide the mask he was playing.

"But unfortunately, it wasn't your bodyguard who discovered my whereabouts, Wenda. Lucky I met the figure of my life-saving angel. I don't know what happens if I don't meet him. Maybe I'm dead and I'll just have a name."

"Mother .... Mom don't talk like that. Wenda was really worried about Mom's situation. Even during this past week, Wenda had no appetite for food because she thought about Mom."

Kartika could only smile cynically. His son-in-law's words really only shake his stomach. "Is like? You shouldn't have a taste for food, Wenda. If that's what you do, you'll be sick. And if you're sick, you'll never make sweet plans, right?"

Wenda's body was a little aghast. From the tone of his in-laws' speech this made his heart beat faster. "-I mean what Mother? What sweet plans? Wenda really doesn't understand."

Kartika was a little bit of a laugh. "Ahhh .. Come on, forget it. I just want to apologize to anyone who doesn't like my return. I think God will still give me a chance to live longer."

Kartika paused for a moment. His head looked up a little. Looking towards Hans who was standing behind him.

"Hans, take me to my room. I want to get some rest."

Hans nodded obediently. Wenda and Wiraguna both rose from their squabbling positions. Hans pushed the old lady's wheelchair back to the private room slowly. Not long after, the shadows of the two men disappeared behind the walls of the room.

A sharp highlight is seen released by the two eyeballs of Wenda towards Kartika. The woman appears to be putting on an unreadable face. As if thinking of something so important about the mother-in-law. There may be nothing different from the way Wenda looked at Kartika but, when viewed closely, there was a big secret hidden by him.

"Go back to Wen's room! I still want to be here."

Wiraguna walked towards his seat of greatness. He landed his ass there. Trying to reduce all the fatigue that is still so strong felt.

"Okay Pa, I'll go back to the room. But remember, Papa must immediately hand over the position of main director to Gilang. I don't want to wait too long, Pa."

The forehead of the Wiraguna appears to be deeply wrinkled when trying to understand the words of the wife. "Why are you so rushed like that, Wenda? I am still able to carry out my role as a chief director. But why do you seem to be impatient to give that position to Gilang?"

Wenda slightly gasped. Suddenly he realized that his words were indeed impressed so forcing and urgent. "Ahhhh .. I mean Mama, if Papa immediately gives the position to Gilang, Papa can be more often at home. That way, Mama will also be able to the maximum to care for and serve you, Pa."

Wiraguna. "I'm still healthy, Wenda. There's no need for you to worry too much about my situation."